4 comments/ 36925 views/ 18 favorites HouseKeeping Ch. 02 By: FLSr5r Thank you so much for the comments and encouragement you people have given me on my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. You are great, and you made my first experience great. This is the second chapter of the series, HouseKeeping. It would be best if you could read first Chapter 1 so you can gain the benefit of knowing the backstory of Chapter 2. This chapter, as is the first chapter, is long on tease and titillation and short on raw sex. If you want a quick jerk-off story, this might not serve your purposes. On the other hand, the story is erotic as hell for those who enjoy erotic tension and voyeuristic pleasures. As always, please feel free to offer any feedback you want. An author always values feedback from his or her readers. ***** After our time on the couch, we took a long hot shower together. I asked if she would go to dinner with me that night, and she agreed with no hesitation. "I told you that if I enjoy both your company and your conversation this afternoon, I will invite you out to dinner with me tonight. Well, I confess I enjoyed BOTH your company and your conversation." I smiled and she kissed me lightly on the lips. So we decided to get dressed and play tourist until we felt hungry enough to eat. I wore my typical jeans and a button down shirt. When Kelsey came out of the bedroom, she was wearing a short sundress in floral colors with spaghetti straps, and sandals with the heels about two inches high. She showed some cleavage, and a lot more leg, as she twirled around to show off. Kelsey was such a sexy woman in her short dress that I had to adjust myself in my jeans just to be able to walk. She giggled at me, looking thrilled that she had caused it. "Kelsey, you are just going to have to get used to that. You are so beautiful that I have to pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming. And you are so sexy that I get hard just hearing you talk. So either I make certain adjustments here and there, or I walk around in public with a partial erection looking like I am bragging to everyone about how lucky I am to be with such a sexy woman. Which would you rather it be: partial erection making me walk funny, or adjustments so I am fit for walking around in public?" I waited for her response, but she only kissed me hungrily. As I let her into the front seat of my car, she flashed more leg than was necessary, looking me in the eyes as she did so. So I took the time to look down her top, enjoying the abundant cleavage on display. She had what seemed to be large C-cup, or maybe small D-cup, boobs, and they were so beautiful that I felt I could never get enough of seeing them. They were soft and yet firm, and they were topped with large nipples surrounded by areolas that were wide and crinkly. And this afternoon I had discovered that when I licked and sucked on them, the nipples got even larger and harder, and the areolas swelled to stretch the skin tight. I so loved her breasts! She watched me as I looked down her top, and I was almost embarrassed as she caught me. I looked away, but only because I walked to my side of the car and got in. "Honey, you gave me a choice concerning your erections. Allow me to give you a choice about my boobs. I love the fact that you are attracted to them. And I love the fact that they turn you on. So I want to show them off to you as often as I can, and in any way I can. If we are out in public, please understand that I am showing off for you. I WANT you to be attracted and pleased and even turned on. I don't care what others see; I only care that YOU see. If you can deal with that, then I will wear these clothes tonight. If you would rather not, then tell me and I will dress more conservatively. Just remember, I want YOU to be pleased and happy and thrilled, and I am doing this for YOU. Anyone else around just gets the benefit of a cheap thrill. Is that okay with you?" She paused, waiting for me to respond. It seemed that she was almost sheepish in asking the question, and a little embarrassed by being so open about her body. "Before I answer," I replied, as I stated the car, "Let me ask a question. Does it turn you on or does it embarrass you that others might see and like what they see?" That was an important question to me and I was very interested in her answer. Kelsey paused for several seconds, considering her answer. Then she seemed to come to a conclusion, and she turned in her seat toward me to answer. This caused her sundress to hike up even further, showing more leg than before, a fact that was not lost on me. "I told you I just might get to like this exhibitionist thing. Well, I think I do. I had always thought that the only women who flashed anything of their bodies were either sluts or whores. Now I am not so sure. So I really have no way of answering the question. But when I think of you getting excited by what you see, I get really turned on and I love it! And now that I think of others seeing me, and others seeing you get excited by me, well, just the thought of it makes me wet. So I guess it turns me on that others see you get excited by me, and it must also turn me on that others see the same thing you do and get excited by me. I will need to think about that. But I have to ask you if it angers or disgusts you that I let others see a little skin. I don't want you to look down on me for this. If you want, I will change into my jeans." "Sweetie, I love that dress, and I love the idea of me being able to get glimpses of your body here and there throughout the afternoon and evening. As long as you don't get arrested, I love looking at whatever you flash. And I don't care what others see, as long as I get to see more. Does that answer your question?" "Yes." Her answer was quick and firm. "So I am okay in this little dress?" She looked into my eyes with that saucy grin of hers. "You are AWESOME in that little dress, sweet lady." My answer was just as quick and just as firm. I put down the top to my Jaguar F-Type convertible. Then I backed out of the garage and headed toward the highway. She turned her shoulders toward the front, leaving her hips turned toward me and allowing her sexy legs to remain on display. And she smiled with satisfaction, looking out the windshield. I grinned, too, looking forward to the next few hours very much. As we flew down the highway toward the Interstate, and then into town, the wind moved her hair wonderfully. And here and there, the top of her dress was blown open, putting a lot of her boobs on display. Several times, an unexpected wind blew her dress up, showing her sexy legs to me. And usually I caught a glimpse of her panties when this happened. She smiled, and shouted at me, "Are you enjoying this?" I could only smile broadly in response, and nodded without a word. She looked at me, and then with a conspiratorial expression on her face, she reached under her skirt and did something. Then she whipped her hands down to her feet and then up in the air above her. Her lacy white panties flapped in the wind, surprising the two teenagers driving the pickup truck in the lane next to us. She looked at them, and then released her fingers, letting her panties fly away in the wind. The boys howled their appreciation, and honked their horn. Kelsey looked at me in triumph, and I licked my lips in response, needing to make another adjustment with my jeans. For the rest of the trip into downtown Orlando, the wind provided a lot of entertainment for me, and Kelsey never made a move to hide anything. I had to adjust my jeans almost constantly to keep my erection in check. And Kelsey grinned at me each time. I drove us to the downtown area of Orlando, where there were many small shops and bars. For the next several hours, we played tourist. Kelsey looked in a lot of windows, and stopped every once in a while to purchase something. Once, while we were on the street looking through the windows into a shop, she bent over to look at something. A rogue wind whipped her dress up and onto her back. This put her incredible ass clearly on display for at least a hundred people to see. After a full two seconds, she casually reached back and adjusted her dress to cover herself, while acting as if nothing had happened. When she stood up and looked at me, it was quite obvious that flashing her bare ass had turned her on. I could see that her nipples were so hard they were clearly protruding into and almost through the thin material of her dress. "Did you like that?" Her voice was quiet, and her eyes were wide open and her nostrils were flared. I could tell her breathing was fast and shallow. "That was SO HOT!" I exclaimed just as quietly. A couple of times over several hours, we stopped in one of the many small bars for a drink. She would always sit on one of the high bar stools, which forced her short skirt even higher up her legs. This allowed anyone in the bar to see almost all of her smooth and sexy thighs. She would look at me to see if I noticed, and I always noticed. It really excited me that another couple of inches higher and her curly bush would be on display for everyone to see. Then she would laugh at the expression on my face. Once, when she was sitting on a high bar stool, she noticed a couple of men sitting at a table watching her intently, obviously enjoying the show she was putting on. She smiled at them and looked at me as if asking me something. I smiled back, and shrugged my shoulders. So she turned back toward the two men, and slowly spread her legs, giving them even more of a show. It was dark enough in the bar that it was doubtful they could really see anything, but the possibility of a view caused one of them to tilt his head as if looking at an angle would improve his view. This went on all afternoon. Then about 7 o'clock, as it was getting dark, I suggested we head to the restaurant. I had made reservations at 7:30 and I was getting hungry. Climbing into the car, Kelsey flipped her skirt up, showing her well-groomed bush, and exposing the moist lips almost hidden there. I could see they were dripping with her juices and swollen with her excitement. "It's all your fault," she told me. "You said you didn't care as long as you could see enough to turn you on." I smiled in agreement as I settled into my side, and took her hand and placed it on my really hard cock. "It worked," was all I said as I drove to the Japanese restaurant. I had reserved seats for us at one of my two favorite restaurants, what most Americans called a Japanese steakhouse where the food was cooked on the flat grill surface in front of the customers, and served family style. I ate there often enough that the hostess and several of the servers knew me on sight. When we arrived, Kelsey still had her hand in my lap, and gave my hardness a squeeze before I got out. As I held the door for her, she leaned forward, allowing me a full and complete view of her full breasts all the way to her swollen nipples. They were so erect and hard that I was sure they would poke a hole though the thin fabric of her dress. And I was so hard I just knew that my jeans would not be able to contain me. But we somehow made it inside to the hostess desk exactly on time, and with no obvious clothing malfunctions. I had requested that we be seated on the end of the table, because I had eaten here many times and I knew the seating structure. At this particular restaurant, the long rectangular tables had seats for two at each end, and then seats for six more along the side of the table right in front of where the chef stood to prepare our meals. The group for our table had been gathering as we arrived, and we were almost immediately led to our table. Kelsey and I were seated on the end, as requested; another couple in their mid-twenties was seated at the far end opposite us, and a family of five was seated along the side. The family had three children, two girls and a boy, and I guessed their ages ranged from about three to about eight years old. The parents appeared to be in their early thirties. I pulled out the chair for Kelsey so she could sit as far as possible from the family, and I sat to her right at the corner. Since I was right-handed with my chopsticks, this allowed my left hand to be free for other activities. The server recognized me with a smile, and asked for our orders, and I first ordered two glasses of Relax Riesling. I had found that the wine was sweet enough to go with the lobster and yet still cut through the soy sauce that smothered almost everything served here. Then I ordered the steak and lobster combo meal for both of us, and requested the upgrade to filet mignon instead of the normal sirloin. I was pretty sure Kelsey had never been served anything like this before, and I was looking forward to her enjoying the meal. In more ways than one! As we waited for our drinks, I subtly placed my hand on her thigh right at her hemline. We participated in the casual conversation at the table, but my mind was on the soft flesh of the woman next to me. Since she was sitting at the corner away from everyone, I could squeeze her warm thigh without anyone being the wiser. Hidden by the table top, I gently caressed and squeezed and caressed some more. For her part, Kelsey chatted with the other guests as if nothing was going on below the table top. I added what little I needed to add, while letting Kelsey carry most of the load of social mingling. I concentrated on sliding my hand up her thigh a little more, feeling the heat emanating from her pussy and loving it. It took quite some minutes before our lettuce salad with ginger dressing was served, and I used every minute. Without actually making contact with her bush, I came as close as I could. I caressed her inner thigh, stroking the soft skin gently. I stole a glance and saw her eyes were alive and vibrant. I hoped I was stimulating her and not pissing her off, but I was confident she would let me know if I crossed any line. As our young and very cute Japanese server set the salad bowls in front of us, she glanced down and saw my hand in Kelsey's lap. She hesitated for barely a second, and then flashed a smile first at me and then at Kelsey. She leaned into Kelsey's ear for a few seconds, but I couldn't hear what she said. Then she turned and left for a second glass of wine for us. I leaned over and whispered, "What did she say?" Kelsey gave me a very sexy smile but didn't answer. I repeated my question, and she gave me an exasperated smile, but still didn't answer. I decided to not bother Kelsey further, and finished my salad. As the server returned with our refreshed drinks, I noticed that she slipped a second cloth napkin into Kelsey's lap. This time my curiosity overcame my patience, and I had to know what was going on. Kelsey leaned so close I felt her lips brush my ear. "She said to not make any noise, and to make sure I didn't leave a wet spot on the chair when we left. Then her lips touched my ear for a second, and she left." Kelsey's eyes absolutely glowed when she continued. "I already made a wet spot, and added to it when she kissed my ear." And she giggled. Then she rejoined the table conversation. Now I was nearly uncontrollable. I absolutely HAD to check on that wet spot. I reached for my wine glass to draw everyone's attention, and I pushed my fingers further up her dress and then down between her thighs to her chair. My fingers came away almost dripping with her juices. There was no question about it: Kelsey was getting very turned on by what we were doing in this public place. I wanted to lick my fingers and taste her so badly, but I just couldn't figure out how to do that without it being obvious to everyone at the table. While my fingers were still between her thighs, I pressed them against her pussy and felt the heat and the wetness. Just then, the chef walked up, pushing the cart with all our food in front of him. I casually removed my hand, unsure whether or not he had noticed what I was doing. In the mild confusion of his entrance, I took the opportunity to raise my hand to my lips and suck my fingers clean of her juices. As I did this, I heard a noise behind me and looked over my shoulder into the eyes of our server. She looked down at my lap and saw my hardness snaking down my pants leg. She then looked at my wet fingers and smiled. "Would the gentleman care for a second napkin like the lady?" she asked innocently. Startled, I paused and looked at Kelsey. She was almost laughing. I looked back at the beautiful young server and saw she was almost laughing, too. So I decided to respond in kind. "No, thank you. Things here are finger-licking good." This caused all three of us to laugh at this inside joke, even if it wasn't very funny. The server set our new glasses next to our plates and removed the empty glasses without another word. Through the entire meal, I kept my hand in Kelsey's lap. As I caressed her thighs, I slid my hand a little higher every few moments. By the time the chef was serving our food, I was pressing my fingers against her pussy lips, feeling her wetness trickle down her thighs and onto the chair. I was certain she was making a large puddle there, and was suddenly concerned that she would leave a wet spot on the back of her dress. I bent down in my seat, acting like I was looking for my napkin on the floor near me, and took the opportunity to look closer at Kelsey's skirt. I discovered that she had scrunched her skirt in such a way that her bare ass was sitting on her chair. I had no idea how she had done that without me noticing her adjustment, but somehow she clearly had solved the problem of any potential wet spot on the material of her dress. When I "found" my napkin under her chair, I straightened up and went back to eating and playing. Now I moved my fingers right up to her dripping lips, and softly stroked her wetness. She subtly spread her legs slightly, allowing me better access. I took this as approval, and slipped a finger inside her. She was so wet that my finger slipped in as far as it could go. As her lips parted to allow my finger inside, what seemed like a flood of her juices was released and dribbled to her chair. I almost came right there. I moved my finger in and out for a couple of minutes, finger fucking her as she ate. Thankfully, I had been here often enough that I could easily handle my chopsticks with my right hand, and I allowed my left hand to play even more aggressively. I pushed a second finger into her, and fucked her with both of them. She was so wet that I tried a third finger and found she accommodated it with ease. I stroked the inside of her pussy for several minutes, and then pushed for her G-spot. She subtly jerked, and moaned more loudly than she intended. "This food is so good!" she declared with feeling. Everyone at the table agreed and went back to eating, and the chef looked at her. Apparently her words covered her exclamation. "I am so glad you are enjoying yourself tonight. Do you think you will come again?" His eyes had a glint in them as he smiled. "This was my first time, but maybe I can cum again later." Kelsey's dark brown eyes matched his glint, as she squirmed only slightly, and then quietly moaned again. To cover her sounds, she stuffed more food in her mouth and made more appreciative glances all around the table. As I looked, the children appeared to have no idea what was going on just a few feet from them, and the parents seemed totally occupied with their kids. But as I glanced at the young couple sitting across from us, I was sure they knew what I was doing under the table. While I was looking at them, the woman obviously reached into the man's lap. His eyebrows went up to his hairline, and then he smiled. When he saw me watching, he winked at me. We are having an effect on them, I thought for a moment. Just then, Kelsey set her glass down hard. I looked at her and saw that her eyes were squeezed tightly closed, her jaw firmly clenched. My fingers were squeezed tightly by her inner muscles, and I could tell she was cumming again. After a few seconds, she seemed to relax, and I let my fingers slip out of her wet tunnel and lightly stroked her pussy lips. I marveled at what we had just done, and I could not believe how much it turned me on! HouseKeeping Ch. 02 As our chef finished cleaning his cooking area and thanked his nine guests, he turned to Kelsey and smiled. "I hope you can come again," he quietly said, as his smile broadened. "I am counting on it," Kelsey said, somewhat breathless in her reply. I subtly offered her my napkin but she ignored me. The server arrived with the checks for her customers, and smiled at Kelsey as she placed the check between us. I left more than enough money on the table to cover the bill and a large tip, and we stood to leave. As we walked out of the room, I let her proceed in front of me, and I could see her juices dripping down the inside of her thigh. And she made no move to hide the shiny liquid. HouseKeeping Ch. 03 This is the third chapter in the series HouseKeeping. It would be best if you could read first Chapter 1 and then Chapter 2 so you can gain the benefit of knowing the backstory of Chapter 3. This chapter, as are the first two chapters, is long on tease and titillation and short on raw sex. If you want a quick jerk-off story, this might not serve your purposes. On the other hand, the story is erotic as hell for those who enjoy erotic tension and voyeuristic pleasures. As always, please feel free to offer any feedback you want. And an author always values feedback from his readers. ***** Coming back from the Japanese restaurant, Kelsey was on fire. But her self-control was the stuff legends were made of. When I said something about what happened at dinner, ANYTHING that happened at dinner, she squirmed and she blushed and she said, "I am your housekeeper. The fact that I also entertain you makes it more fun for both of us, but I am first and foremost your housekeeper. I really think it is best that we remember that." Her body language spoke volumes, but her words were quite clear. Nothing I could say or do would engage her in discussion of the activities we had just experienced. And when we arrived at my house, Kelsey inquired if I wanted her back to clean the house. I had to pause for several seconds in order to remember that all this had happened all in one day. I answered with, "Are you open to coming twice a week?" She nodded her head but said nothing more. "And is Monday and Friday okay with you?" She again nodded and said nothing. Then I will see you Monday afternoon." Kelsey walked to her car, got in, and drove off. I just shook my head, muttering that not even God could understand women. Since it had been a Friday when she showed up for the first time, and it was on that same Friday that I had taken her to dinner, then I had to wait over the weekend to see her again. It was a boring weekend. Nothing I could do held my attention. My mind kept going back to Kelsey. I had never experienced anything so exciting in my life. Her teasing as she cleaned my house was incredible. Her teasing as we wandered through downtown Orlando was even more stimulating. But what happened at the Japanese restaurant was like nothing I had ever seen or done. It was so intense I could not stop thinking about it. And I had to wait the entire weekend until I could see her again. That was tough! After two full days of dragging on and on and on, it was finally Monday. I sat at the computer trying to get work done, but finding my mind wandering to Kelsey every few minutes. I wondered what she was going to wear today. I wondered if she was going to tease me even more today than she did Friday. I wondered if she would go to dinner with me tonight. I wondered what she would wear tonight. I wondered so much about Kelsey that I felt like I had accomplished absolutely nothing all day. And then the door bell rang! My heart literally stopped beating for a couple of seconds. I rushed to the door, trying to keep my balance and know as little as possible over in my short but frantic trip. I jerked to a stop with my right hand on the door knob. "Wait a minute! This is stupid!" I chided myself. I had advertised for someone to do light cleaning, and to wear as little as possible to tease me while she was working. "This was entertainment, and nothing more! And I need to treat it as that!" After several seconds standing at the door, I finally opened it and looked at Kelsey. "Hi, Kelsey." My voice sounded surprisingly casual in spite of the pounding of my heart. "Mr. Weston. Are you ready for me today?" All business and nothing personal: it was as if she was reminding me of the impersonal nature of our business relationship. "Yes, Kelsey. Please come in." I stood aside as she walked past me into the front foyer of my house. I noticed she was wearing the same coat that she had worn this past Friday. I held out my hand to take it, and she started to work the buttons. Then she stopped on the second button. "Before we go any further, Mr. Weston, I wanted to clarify a few things." We faced each other, and I tried to discern by the look on her face what was about to happen. But her expression was inscrutable, and very frustrating because I could not tell what to expect. "Mr. Weston, you advertised for a woman to do light housecleaning, correct?" I nodded, and she went on. "And you requested that the woman wear certain clothes that allowed her to tease you while she worked; allowed her to pose and prance and get you worked up and sexually aroused while she worked, right?" Another pause and another nod on my part. "Tell me again why it was that you requested a woman 45 years old or older." This was a little unexpected, so I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts. "Well, Kelsey, I needed to build a fantasy that was realistic, even plausible. I couldn't have a 20 years old running around here half naked because that would be obviously unrealistic. I wanted it to seem as if the woman and I were naturally suited to a real and even romantic relationship, and that the teasing could turn into sex at any moment. I knew that a young woman was not realistic, and it would be harder to create a fantasy involving a 20 year old. I am, after all, more than 50 years old. So I wanted an older woman. Kelsey, did I not already explain this to you? Was Friday a result of some misunderstanding between us?" "No, Mr. Weston, I don't think there was a misunderstanding between us. But I did want to clarify one small issue. You say that you wanted an older woman because it would make the sexual fantasy you hoped to build more realistic. And the more realistic it was, the more of a turn-on it would be. Am I right?" I looked into her eyes but I just could not read anything. I had no idea where we were going with this. "Right, Kelsey. I wanted it to be more realistic. And if I can add, Kelsey, you exceeded everything I had hoped for." "So, you did not want an older woman so you could actually HAVE a relationship with her, but only to make the fantasy more realistic, the possibility of a relationship more exciting and more titillating. Right, Mr. Weston?" Her eyes were extremely intense but still were unreadable. An idea hit me, and I paused long enough to let it percolate. "Kelsey, I wanted sexual entertainment along the lines of a topless dancer, only a little more personal. And you did an incredible job of it. But if you are asking was I ultimately intending for this woman to perform sexual acts for me, the answer is no. I had no plan or intention of having sexual intercourse with this woman. The possibility of a little, or even a lot, of masturbation did enter my mind, but that was all. What you did to me this past Friday here on the couch was awesome, but not planned and definitely not at all required. Kelsey, have I somehow misled you, or miscommunicated what I wanted? Is there a problem?" I was beginning to get concerned - the possibility that my intentions and goals for our relationship exceeded her intentions and goals for this relationship disturbed me far more than I anticipated. The thought of her not coming back caused me some serious feelings, and they were not good. "No, Mr. Weston, there is no problem. I just wanted to confirm that our relationship is strictly business, and that I am being paid to be a housekeeper, even an entertaining housekeeper, and nothing more." Her expression was still very intense, but there was something even more in her eyes. "Kelsey, you are being paid to tease me and entertain me, and nothing more. You are not being paid to perform any sex acts, if that is what concerns you." "No, Mr. Weston, that was not concerning me at all." The intensity left her eyes, and was replaced by something else. I wondered if I saw disappointment or sadness in her eyes for an instant. But the expression was so quick, so fleeting, that I decided I had imagined it. We stood there in my entrance foyer for a few more seconds, uncertain what to do next. Kelsey broke the silence. "Okay, I guess I need to get to work." She looked into my eyes again, and I thought I saw disappointment again, and then she looked down at the buttons on her coat. She finished with the buttons and shrugged off the coat. I took it and hung it in the closet that was next to the front door for just that purpose. I stood back and looked at her. She wore every man's fantasy concerning a French Maid outfit. My eyes started at her feet, for some reason. Her black shoes were flat with no heels to speak of. The soles looked to be some soft and rubbery material. Her legs were covered in white stockings to mid-thigh. The hem of her black skirt started several inches higher, allowing some bare skin to entice my eyes. The skirt was black, and so short that her crotch was barely covered. In fact, as she turned around, her butt cheeks were almost but not quite on display. Her skirt was so short that the unconscious urge to tilt my head to improve the view was almost irresistible. Her blouse was simply a heart-shaped bib covering her chest, with the bottom sown to her skirt, and the top held up by a lacy strap running from one side, up behind her neck, and down to the other side. The bib was white, and was outlined in black lace. The top, even with the lace, barely covered her boobs when viewed directly from the front, and it made no attempt to wrap around her or cover her boobs when viewed from the side. This, of course, made it obvious that Kelsey was wearing no bra. The only question as yet unresolved was whether or not she was wearing any panties. As I tried again to not bend over and look up her skirt, I felt familiar stirrings in my groin, and I knew this was going to be good. "Any place in particular that you would like me to start, Mr. Weston?" I could see that the formality was still there, although I had hoped for something more; something different. "Maybe you could start in the kitchen, Kelsey. I was so busy I didn't wash any dishes all weekend long. And then you might work on the master suite. My bed needs clean sheets and maybe you can give the sink in the bathroom a quick wipe-down. After that, pretty much anything you see that needs a touch-up. And, Kelsey, your outfit is simply awesome!" I said the last with obvious excitement in my eyes and a smile in my voice. "Thank you, Mr. Weston. I am glad you approve." With no expression in her voice, I could not tell if she wanted any response from me at all. With that, she walked into the kitchen and I walked into my office. But try as I might, I simply could not concentrate on any work. After a full half hour of trying, I realized that I had accomplished no writing at all. So I gave up and decided to join Kelsey. After all, I was paying a lot of money to watch, wasn't I? I chided myself. I found Kelsey finishing the changing of my sheets in my bedroom. I walked in as she was leaning over the bed, brushing out the last of the wrinkles in my sheets. From the side, her breast was almost totally uncovered and her awesome ass was completely on display. As I walked past her, it was obvious she was wearing no panties. Her round and firm cheeks surrounded her puffy pussy lips. Why didn't I come in here sooner? "I seem to be having writer's block today. Do you mind if I watch you work?" I was almost embarrassed to ask the question, which made me feel stupid. But as I thought about it for just a second, I realized I wasn't feeling stupid - I was feeling awkward. Hell, I was feeling like a teenager trying to look up a girl's skirt and getting caught doing so. And all the mixed up feelings that a teenager might have were exploding in my mind and flashing across my face. And Kelsey saw this. "No, Mr. Weston. That is why I am here." She wore an interesting blend of a casual smirk and an equally embarrassed smile. And it was so beautiful on her that I had to say something. "Yes, Kelsey, that is exactly why I hired you. And you have far exceeded my hopes and expectations. From the looks of your outfit today, you will exceed them again today. And because you have exceeded my hopes and expectations, I was wondering if we could talk about last week." The doubt and the hesitancy was more obvious than I had wanted, making me feel even more like a teenager than just a few moments earlier. "Why, Mr. Weston, was there something wrong last week? Did I not do what you wanted, what you paid me for?" Her tone was still businesslike, very much that of the employee speaking with her employer. I found myself more than a little disappointed, but I was not sure why. "No, you were awesome last week, Kelsey. I could not have asked for a better day. In fact, the day was so good that you were in my thoughts all weekend long. And that is what I wanted to talk with you about." I paused because I knew I wanted to continue, but I really did not know what I wanted to say. Just then, the doorbell rang. I looked at her one more time; no, I looked at her body one more time. I realized didn't want to be interrupted by some salesman, but I turned away without a word and walked to the other side of the house. "Jim, what a surprise! I didn't expect you this afternoon!" My surprise was genuine. I had very few visitors at my house, preferring all my clients to communicate by mail, by phone, or by Skype on my computer. Jim was one of my few friends that visited my house. We had watched any number of football games and movies on my home theater system because, as he had complained so often, his television was only thirty inches and mine was about six feet across. Plus my system had six speakers and provided awesome sound for games and movies. Jim Sprinkles was just over thirty and was considered by women as a very handsome man. His parents had died unexpectedly in a skiing accident in Switzerland, if half a mountain of snow falling on them can be simply called "an accident." The avalanche was so large that it took almost three days to find the last of the vacationers buried in the snow. When everything was settled, Jim was full owner of his dad's company and had a fortune worth millions in each of several bank accounts. So Jim hired an excellent CEO to run the company and paid him half of the net profits. Jim was a warm and friendly and enjoyable man before his parents' deaths, and he tried hard to remain that way after his parents' deaths. The only difference was that he drove a new Corvette and owned a beautiful house three blocks over but in the same subdivision. The two of us had met as I drove past a man moving into a new house just as the man dropped a large TV out of the truck and onto the street in front of him. After slamming on the brakes to avoid running into the man, I jumped out to help him clear the street. Three hours later, the two of us had finished emptying the moving van and went out for a couple of beers. We had been good friends ever since. After the warm hug that was traditional for two friends, I stepped back and invited Jim inside. We went to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers, and then retreated to the main room in front of my TV, as we always did when Jim came over. We clinked the bottles together, and then I asked what brought him over. "Well, Todd, I wanted to ask you for some advice about something. I thought your business experience would be a benefit. Do you mind?" Jim's uncertainty was more than a little unusual. His own business expertise gave rise to little need for advice from others, and he employed an excellent man as CEO. Jim seldom asked for or needed anyone's advice about anything. "I am all ears, Jim," I grinned, and took another drink from my beer. Jim took almost a full minute to gather his thoughts, and then started to speak. Just then, Kelsey walked in. Jim's mouth opened but no sound came out. His eyes grew large as saucers when he took in Kelsey's attire as she stood there, uncertain if she should interrupt. She looked from me to Jim and back to me. "Kelsey, come in. Let me introduce you to a very good friend from three streets over. Kelsey, this is Jim. Jim, this is Kelsey. Kelsey is my housekeeper. You know how bad my cleaning habits are, so I decided to advertise for someone to do my house. And Kelsey answered the ad. She is doing a great job for me." Jim stood politely, and Kelsey walked over to shake his hand. Jim's mouth was still not working properly, and he could not keep from looking at her outfit. "Jim, it is not polite to stare," I chuckled. "I am so sorry. Kelsey, it is my pleasure, although I can never remember meaning that as honestly as I do right now." Jim had apparently recovered, and his personal charm was pouring out all over the scantily-clad woman. "I have heard about and seen a number of French Maid outfits, but never worn by an actual maid before, nor one who is as beautiful as you are." "Yes, well, Kelsey agreed to the outfit as a condition of her employment, Jim." I was a little uncomfortable in the situation. "So Kelsey cleans your house, huh?" Jim's grin was unmistakable in what he didn't say. "Actually, Jim, Todd wanted two things from me: a little cleaning and more than a little entertainment. I agreed to both." Kelsey seemed to enjoy the moment, and gave a huge warm smile along with her explanation. "Well, I can see that he is getting more than a little entertainment!" Jim's smile was just as huge and warm as hers. Then he seemed to burst out with, "Damn! Kelsey, you are simply gorgeous. Do you work for a company or something?" "No, Jim, Todd took out an ad and I answered it. This is my first time doing something like this. It is just between Todd and me and it is strictly business." There was finality in her voice that almost stifled any more discussion. "Well, Kelsey, don't let me interrupt anything. Todd and I were just discussing some business - it was nothing confidential or anything. Please continue." Jim looked at me, and I looked at Kelsey. "Kelsey, do you need to do this room?" I felt uncertain with the question. "Just a little, if it won't interrupt anything." She smiled, first at me and then at Jim. "No interruption at all. Have at it." I gestured toward the room. Jim and I sat back down to continue our discussion, and Kelsey began to straighten some furniture and pick up some things that seemed scattered around the room. But no matter how hard I tried to continue the discussion, I could not seem to get Jim interested. And after a few minutes, I found myself to be as distracted as Jim seemed to be. Everything Kelsey did seemed performed to offer us maximum entertainment. Kelsey straightened some couch cushions, giving both of us a view of her boobs. She picked up two remote controls by turning her back to us and bending over at the waist, confirming the fact that she was not wearing panties. When picking up a crumpled napkin near the wall-mounted TV, she seemed to stay bent over for several seconds longer than necessary. And her posing seems to be having its effect on both of us. Kelsey surreptitiously glanced over and saw me sitting there trying to hide my erection, and saw Jim making no attempt to hide his rather substantial hard-on. If anything, Jim was proudly displaying it. Oh My God! thought Kelsey, as she turned away. He must have at least nine inches in his pants! By the time she started to vacuum the carpet in the room, we were making no attempt to continue our conversation. Jim openly rubbing his erection through his pants, and I was tempted to do the same. Kelsey was pushing the vacuum in all directions at one, with the only discernable pattern being the flashing of her bare ass and pussy to us. And all three of us were aware that Kelsey was really being turned on by the audience - her pussy lips were swollen with excitement and her juices were trickling down the insides of her thighs. HouseKeeping Ch. 03 "Listen, Todd, this is really turning me on. Do you mind if she and I get a little more acquainted?" There was serious sexual strain in Jim's voice as he asked. "Sorry, Jim, but topless bar rules apply here. She can touch but you cannot. Anything else, you need to ask her." Jim turned to Kelsey and asked, "So, how about it, Kelsey? Are we allowed to enjoy your show?" Kelsey looked at me, and I shrugged my shoulders as if to say, "Your call." "You can do anything you want, as long as I don't have to clean it up." Her expression seems to have a combination of bragging and self-consciousness in it. But she made no attempt to hide anything from being exposed. As she moved around with the vacuum, her left tit worked its way to the side and was totally exposed but she didn't cover up. Her nipple was so swelled and so hard that I winced in pain for her. But Kelsey herself showed no evidence of any pain. If anything, she seemed to be enjoying herself with the additional and unplanned audience. Jim took her at her word and unzipped his fly. His hard cock seemed to jump out of his pants at the freedom. He had timed his exposure so Kelsey was facing him and could not avoid seeing it. She paused for several seconds, looking at the monster in Jim's lap. Then she continued as if nothing was unusual. As for his part, Jim also acted as if pumping his hard cock in my house was nothing unusual. And I concluded there was nothing usual about the scene, but somehow found it sexually stimulating and pulled out my own dick for some stroking. Kelsey vacuumed for several more minutes as we stroked our meat, and then she unplugged the vacuum and pushed the machine out of the room. We looked at each other in confusion and disappointment, and somewhat self-consciously stopped our stroking. Then Kelsey came back into the room with a feather duster. She started across the room where the glass doors looked out into the pool area, and she dusted the tops of the vertical blinds very carefully. We smiled at each other and, without a word, started stroking again. Kelsey had to stretch to reach the tops of the vertical blinds, but she did so without any apparent hesitation. There were eight feet of sliding glass doors which were covered by their respective eight feet of vertical blinds. This made for quite an elongated show of Kelsey's awesome body. The higher she reached, the higher went her hemline. The absolutely awesome ass she showed off seemed to suck the air right out of my lungs. Her thick pussy lips moved and contorted with her movements, which seemed to be squeezing her thick and clear juices right out of her, running down her inner thighs. Her breasts kept working their way out of their covering. The large C-cup or small D-cup breasts were shaped almost perfectly, sitting high on her chest and exhibiting just a slight amount of sag. That put her areolas on clear display, with their huge nipples swollen and reaching out of the center of the three inch disks of brown skin. We never took our eyes off her as she completed her cleaning. After several minutes making sure the vertical blinds were totally dust free, Kelsey walked the perimeter of the room and dusted the edge of the ceiling where it met the wall. She stood on her toes, stretching to her maximum height, and she presented us with the most magnificent display of her gorgeous ass and legs. Still ignoring us, she looked for something else to dust. Her eyes fell on the ceiling fan in the center of the ceiling, and walked toward where it was attached to the ceiling - almost directly above and just in front of where we were sitting. With one of her boobs still standing free, she reached over her head and began dusting the fan blades. This effort caused her free-standing tit to jiggle and sway in the most erotic manner, and Jim let loose a long moan. But his moan was nothing like the loud sounds both of us made when we lowered our sights. At a distance of no more than three feet, Kelsey's pussy was on display. The fact that she was stretching to reach the ceiling fan blades caused the skirt of her outfit to lift. The short and frilly skirt was not long enough to cover anything, and completely revealed her bare pussy for both of us to see. Jim vigorously stroked his nine inches as if there was no tomorrow, groaning almost continuously. Kelsey continued to clean the dust off the five fan blades as if unaware of the show she was putting on or the responses of her audience. For several minutes the moans and grunts of both of us were the only sounds in the room. Finally Kelsey broke the silence. "Are you guys making any headway there? My arms can't stay up much longer." With a sigh, Kelsey dropped her arms to her sides. She looked at the two dicks in front of her and seemed to make a decision. She took two steps closer and sat on the low table directly in front of us. Then, taking a long look at first Jim and then me, she slowly spread her legs. With her knees at right angles to each other, her very wet pussy was so close to us that we could smell her arousal. Her lips parted on their own and her juices almost flooded out between them and onto the floor. She slowly reached down and stroked her crack, spreading her lips even more and allowing an even greater flow of her juices. Both of us moved to the edge of the couch, apparently aiming at Kelsey. For several minutes, we played with ourselves with no conversation. Then, with a loud groan, Jim erupted. His cum shot out and hit Kelsey on her left thigh again and again. His last two jets were merely squirts, and fell to the floor as his feet. By that time, I shouted my release, with streams hitting Kelsey's right thigh, then left thigh, then dead center on her pussy lips. Jim might have the bigger dick, but I had the bigger load, I thought with no small amount of satisfaction. "Don't go anywhere, guys. Let me have my turn." Kelsey was frigging herself with all the speed and aggression we had shown. She kept her eyes on the cocks in front of her, and started making noises that were every bit as loud as both of us combined. Gasps and squeals and squeaks and moans were all coming from the woman as she neared her orgasm. Then, finally, her head shot back and her mouth opened with a scream. Her body arched backward and locked into position as she frozen in spasm. Her pussy began moving, visibly convulsing in front of us. Even more juices seemed to almost gush out of her, not quite blocked by the four fingers that she jammed in and out of her pussy. After several seconds, Kelsey almost collapsed to the floor, catching herself just before slipping off the low table in front of the men. She uttered what could only be described as gentle squeals as her aftershocks slowed and then stopped. There was silence in the room for at least twenty seconds. "I thought I said to not make a mess," Kelsey uttered in apparent exhaustion.